Two different colors embark on me now.
Just cradle me
and rock me
like you did before.
Like you always have.
This will swirl around in my mind
the next progression of days
while the smell of whats blooming
creeps in the air.
And the mix will be the death of death.
Tell it like it is
and you won't regret the
last time you lied
anymore.
More peace is to be had
but not yet.
There are no words for what comes next
so Ill have to say it
in
the
spaces.
There are heartaches in the endings
but we all reap what we sow.
And if we never let things die,
others never fully grow.
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